Some days, I face the worst,
On those days, my body feels as if it's about to burst.
My eyes are tearing up from the pain,
The tears will not be in vain.
The way it stays,
Makes me go insane.
I sit there for hours for nothing to gain,
My stable sanity is now stained.
My mobile device has run out of power too,
So i sit there, and read about the shampoo.
I can hear the water drip, ringing in my ears,
It feels as if i have sat there for years.
I question on why i don't eat fibre,
My mouth is as drier as ever.
I cannot think straight as my thoughts cloud up my brain,
The exit is just out of range.
My feet taps onto the floor,
So continuous, stabbing through the core.
My vision gets blur,
Just keeping my eyes open feels like a chore.
The suffering wont end if i don't push harder,
But the feeling of spikes is making me ponder.
Just keep on going, they say,
But they have never felt this dismay.
Constipation sucks.
